Chinese version (中文版).
You have reached the web page of Niniane Wang. I'm an engineering manager at Google. I've lived in Mountain View, California since 2003. Prior to that, I lived in Seattle and worked for Microsoft Games.
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Tech lead for Gmail ads. |
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Google Desktop Search. We laughed, we wept, we banged our heads against the table. |
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(20% time) Movie Showtimes on google.com. |
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| Cloud rendering, which shipped with "Microsoft Flight Simulator 2004: A Century of Flight". SIGGRAPH sketch, Journal of Graphics Tools paper, etc. |
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| Rendering rain and snow. SIGGRAPH sketch, Game Programming Gems article, etc. |
While driving down to California, I suddenly figured out what the song "Hotel California" means to me.
An entertaining piece I found on the differences between men and women.
A wonderful article I found on how to argue effectively.
My brother
Tom is a video game programmer on The Sims for Electronic Arts, in the Bay
Area. I'm very happy to be living in the same vicinity as Tom, the most
phenomenal little brother.
On the wall hung a whiteboard with the daily specials. The bottom of the
whiteboard was covered by a drawing of an orange crescent half-emerging
from blue waves. Dan Egnor, programmer extraordinaire, said the crescent
is the moon. I maintained that it was a shark.
"Why on earth would they draw a shark?" asked Dan. "In orange?"
"I'll bet you," I said.
We agreed on the terms: the loser would place the winner's name into their
next shipping software. If Dan won, his name would have been hidden into
Flight Simulator 2002. If I won, my name would be in Dan's next search
engine creation.
We called over the waitress. "What is that on the bottom of the
whiteboard?"
"It's the ocean."
"No, the thing coming out of the waves."
"Oh, a shark."
Dan went on to create Google Local Search,
and 5 years later:
here
I am.
I leave you with this Simpsons quote:
Judge: Your license is hereby revoked, and I'd like you to attend
traffic school and two months of Alc-Anon meetings.Of Bets and Maps
In the year 2000, three Caltech friends and I embarked on a weekend road
trip in eastern Washington state. We stopped at a little diner -- scrambled
eggs, apple pie, your standard rural American diner.
E-mail:
Homer: Your honor, I'd like that stricken from the record.
Judge: No.